number THIRTY FIVE: fatigue and truth, starbucks and bunnies

Katya Grokhovsky, 2010, Untitled, photo Andrew Green

Pink fluffy bunnies and long floppy ears and kangaroos. Around you, dancing to instructed directions to future love and prosperity for your dollar. art and dance and keep on moving your way through it all. I doubt there is anything else, backwards, step step and loose it. anxiety levels and stress hitting my face. Palmer House.

Whore?

Prostitution thoughts, red dress, will you slow dance? would you like to slow dance with me? will you, would you? Asking is not my forte, I ask. I smile softly and walk away after rejections. wives protecting husbands, their business men ...I haven't had enough yet, not enough drink in me for this..sir, it's just a slow dance..., my room is upstairs. I am a filmmaker from Brazil, this is a Meyer of my city dance with him, oh no, don't that's his wife. ok wife. Dance with me then? No? Women and women. dancing. Dancing. moving. why am I doing this? Doing it softly forgetting moving. Beautiful location strange audience ? what???? yes. what? yes. red or black? red. tight. no bra? yeah! little risque, hm. push them towards you. It is an old fashioned mating ritual. yes it is.auto erotic addiction let me share me with you , passed down from you to you, she is revolving around her own axis. never leaving the universe of her juices. flowing blood. ready for your bunny costume? pink?

Men/ women. Dance. with me. Lets do the can can baby, let me woo let me ask you. we are in the middle of a business meeting..ah yes, I see that. yes and your rooms are all upstairs. drained and fatigued, loose steps don't. Don't step on me. self esteem taking a bow: thank you for the dance. middle America and homophobia. why woman dance with woman how strange...no, you are not having my man. looking at you.I am not having anybody..it is just a slow dance..let me slow dance you to slow slow slow jazz slow

coffee and biscuits i just want to crawl into a fluffy ball and roll into a corner where drink is available. let me.

the story of bunny and two metals sticks:

Spotlight. Bunny pink fluffy costume on a floor in a heap. two metal sticks, curled and sharpened At the end. I made them.

Woman walks in. Gold heels, black dress.
Play the music: La Isla Bonita...

She dances.
Slowly puts on the bunny costume, keeps on dancing.

music stops.
She starts hissing: thiiiii...thiiiiiiiis thattttttt..thh ththhh thhhh
she is learning the sounds thhhhhh...
a story I never told you about is the story of the bunny.......
bunny hopped across the world
bunny loved the world but bunny had to relearn how to hop..hop hop..

bunny had to relearn how to talk as if bunny never talked before bunny had to learn how to walk as if bunny never walked before...bunny had to learn how to jump as if bunny never jumped before....but most importantly bunny had to learn th sound...because Bunny never made th sound before...
thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hhhh

Dance with the bunny:

Bunny costume. pink fluffy cheap.

THIRTY FOUR: manifesting destiny

Katya Grokhovsky, Slow Dance, Art Loop Open, Palmer House, Chicago, Installation detail

UNTITLED, 2010, Katya Grokhovsky, photo Andrew Green

Manifest: some destiny, please
To not consume it all.
Instructions: to fly and bleed for us, there is no time, like, yes, now, like :Sweat and cry.
Softer falling leaves, mambo italiano, mexican bekafast
Slavoy Zizek on empty stomach and asymmetrical haircut.
Nervous tension, anxiety and full blossoming.
Let us pioneer and return
overheating
Memories flood the floor
Stopping to patronize
Occasionally and unusually greater than?

La Isla Bonita, that island of dreamy soft pink fluffy yellow sun bunnies in your eyes.Chewing gum and bubbling up inside. Coca cola all round you. Leveling. Sticky lovely thoughts. Heavy ideas. Dressed in piles of clothes - immigrating to nowhere. White flowers on the train to future of your West.

tie them tip tie them up and be strong. stronger than ever. you will learn. trust your gut. be there for it all. the glitter and gloss and shiny glass and perfume and softer loves and mingle: licking of your hands - be true

Pina Bausch

Tania Bruguera


Kate Gilmore



Yoko Ono

Instructed to not paint.

Perhaps, I will dance and move and smile and jump for you a little bit.

Perhaps I will dance with you a little bit tonight, holding your hand, and touching your soft rough cheek. I am a lady in red, let me kiss your air. Let us make a contract, I might hurt you in the process, please sign under the line, under the dot, please make a mark, leave a dot, leave something, fragile and exhausted, floor and ceiling, melting minds, volcano of idea making, let me give you my headpiece and gift you my head space. Perhaps it's empty, perhaps there is nowhere to park. Perhaps I am aware of the worldly pressure. Time, time, my time is seeping, darling darling, do you speak any other languages? Maybe? How strange, I don't think I do anymore. I think I have forgotten . Please, no more Lady Gaga, not here, please stop. why that blonde? She's dead. Un-die her, perhaps she needs some water, perhaps she needs to come alive, who is her prince charming? He killed her? How awful, darling darling, I have forgotten my language. My lips are soundless, I am hissing at you all and undermining your integrity. Boiled down to it all, nothing to leave and say, Marilyn's diaries reveal a psychotically challenged mind. She was a "sick girl". Girl. Girl. Move it.

come and communicate with me.

thirty three: art looped and instructed to dance

Katya Grokhovsky, 2010, untitled, photo Andrew Green

Once upon a time they created art loop open competition.
an artist entered.

art looped, forever turning , wheels in motionless stagger...
looping it's own vertigo, let me step off and collapse into a useless crumbling heap in the corner of conceptual thought
the conceptualised
instructed to dance
dance as if no more tomorrow
dance northbound
dance and slow
as if there is no one to love and care for

poem to reality check
dinner paid by a mystery man
voted public, public voted?
they danced softly clumsily to my instructions on the wall and voted for me

abroad and tainted
how far

nausea ad
ad nauseum
pretty close and shutting down.
overload through highway of art, intentional nausea
alert and emptied out
concrete and magnificent
tell you what,
this perhaps, should have been a hobby? what a name for a show..
perhaps
alert and sleepy
sleep
sleep
instructed to live slower and calm down. Calming down
4pm calm and sleepy. in bed on Monday.
Exhausted state of Graduate.

Trimming the access of the layers of fatigue, here, now, just a little bit more, warmth, blankets, bed bed drream, please a little bit more..ok.
Seconds ago
Slowing down
Slowing Down

thirty two: instructed to burn or 10.10.10

Katya Grokhovsky, untitled, 2010 (photo Andrew Green)

Katya Grokhovsky, untitled, 2010 (photo Andrew Green)

Katya Grokhovsky, untitled 2010 (photo Andrew Green)


Smouldering safely in my corner of unrequited somethings.
thought? prompting largely, safety first.
in numbers. I gather it all up. coffee stained t-shirts. Lots of t-shirts.
long time forgotten by now. Shiny clueless minutes.

Blinis. resort? blondes only here.Run the marathon.
Bank of America supports you dearly.
BABe. Eyes on you.My eyes on you and nearly collapsing. Heat and hunger.
I imagine.
confetti coloured and snow covered
trying hard so hard to create pushing overhang screaming wide.
what?
nothing.
keep at it keep going keep keep persevere survive let it, breathing deepest.
I don't understand your language.
I speak no American.
I am so sorry.
Let me touch you with my fingertip.
Little finger.
It's very small.

suffocating and lost
forcefully nodding to you.
forgiving them
I speak no Australian.
I am so sorry.
lovely eyes.
true.
remember? reembark time.10.10.10

mother
father
blue
velvety soft

teary eyed red eyed
fatigued
Balloon
Balloon up.

consume not me and nothing for her.
Instructed to leave and sleep less.
Stay younger.
be truthful
looking older
sophistication in time and fruitful stories.

the scripted woman
the scripted text.
to salivate on you
corners
bullets of sweat.
running down my back
scratched mascara stinging prickly
hairs hairs
yours
not mine .
shaving heads
flowers you brought her
density of that matter
quarterly forcing love

loving your own King
blonder fake and Cross cheeked
stay green
blue legs
Down there.Down under there.

Feeling Great and slight headache for you.

THIRTY ONE: untitled or instructions for a hungry mouth.

Katya Grokhovsky, Untitled, 2010
photo Andrew Green


Instructions for a hungry mouth.

Stand still and chew nothing. Repeat. 1301 times.

That's where I come in.
That's where I live.

Stand still and drink a cup of coffee for 7 hours. That is for your own good.
Do not move an inch or a millimetre.
All will be forgiven and forgotten.
I am conscious and steady , stand still. Give up.

Stand still and purse your lips. Hold for 3 hours.
Speak French or French you think is French continuously for 13 hours.
Hold it.
Stand still and stick your tongue out. Hold for one hour.
Jump up and down and laugh heartily for 30 seconds.
Jump.
Stand still, open your mouth, blow air. Repeat 100 times.
You will learn eventually.
Stand still. Smile wide. Hold. 10 hours. You are allowed to pace the room.
Do not live the room. Peeing station is located inside the room. You are in the bathroom.
Open your mouth. Hold it. Still. 5 hours. Do not close your mouth under any circumstances.
You are allowed to move around and go about your business as usual with an open mouth.
Eat an onion, a lemon, a cucumber and a strawberry all at the same time. GO!
Chew it all together. Swallow.
Drink a bottle of red wine in one minute.
Drink a bottle of vodka in 5 hours.
Drink a bottle of whiskey in 10 minutes.
Swallow.
Relax.
Clean your teeth with your tongue for 3 hours. do not stop.
All will be fine.
Whistle a tune. 7 hours.
Do not stop whistling, whatever you do.
Talk in any language, except the one you use everyday. 3 days.
Scream softly, followed by hard swallowing. repeat. twelve hundred times.
Move your tongue in side your mouth in circles for an hour. Repeat. relax.
Once again, open your mouth and spit.
1300 times.
Run and stop abruptly. Make an angry face. Hold.
5 hours.
drink a large container of water in 1 second.
Eat a whole large watermelon without using any utensils whatsoever.
Eat a whole pomegranate and promptly put two fingers deep down your throat.
Jump very high and sing a very sad song at the same time. Jump for the duration of the song.
Stand still and whisper sexual innuendos.
Come up with 1oo words and say them for 2 hours repeatedly. Keep whispering.
Smile a little.